[center][h2][color=39b54a]'Broccoli Head'[/color][/h2][/center]
[right]“[i]How much does it hurt? To use your powers and be treated with the drugs I mean…how much does it hurt[/i]?”[/right]

The words broke Nozomi out of a seemingly deep trance but it took her a good half a minute to realize that the words were actually being directed towards her and not to somebody in her vicinity. Her whole body took a collective breath inward before releasing like a tensed cord slowly unraveling and stretching back out letting the silence last for a period of time that could almost be considered uncomfortable. Only then did she move her head with something akin to a flop as she went from looking at the ceiling to looking at the person who had asked her the question tilting her head slightly more backwards , hair of green messing about and falling haphazardly across her face loose strands falling across her eyes. Nozomi did not make any movements to adjust the hair but instead squinted slightly as to peer at the girl who had asked the question. [i]What was with the white hair today?[/i], she wondered as she gazed at the other pale girl her own girls eyes flickering over her form taking in details and drawing her own conclusions. She appeared slightly older than Nozomi even though her own fifteen years were often hidden behind the age found in her eyes and general way of carrying herself, but this girl despite being older seemed shriveled like the last flower in autumn, pale eyes holding a cool... loneliness to them. Unlike the other one though she seemed sincere if a bit blunt in her words. Nozomi let out another outake of breath through pursed lips producing a barely audible whistle tone as she considered how to respond. 

"It's killing me." She finally explained to the girl in the most blasé manner possible her deep green eyes dark and emotionless showing neither fear nor regret from the statement. She saw no real harm in telling the truth not now at least, they were all on the same suicide mission together now these ones had at least proven that they had the grit to do the honorable thing. Then surprisingly enough she give a small inkling of a smile towards the girl as she went on. "I'm a prototype though, they expect me to die. You won't die though unless of course you're an idiot and push yourself too much."

With a surprise motion from her stationary body her head cocked to the left as if she had suddenly remembered something. "But why did you stay white hair #2 if you are worried about the pain? Why stay when you can just leave and go back to your family or whatever?"